War is never over
Thought the treaties may be signed
The memories of the battles
Are forever in our minds
War is never over
So when you welcome heroes home
Remember in their minds they hold
Memories known to them alone
......
Well I have and in fact
more than one and I'll
tell you this too
I wrote one against
Algeria that nightmare
and another against
Korea and another
against the one
......
If I rest for a moment near The Equestrian
pausing for a liver sausage sandwich in the Mayflower Shoppe,
that angel seems to be leading the horse into Bergdorf's
and I am naked as a table cloth, my nerves humming.
Close to the fear of war and the stars which have disappeared.
I have in my hands only 35c, it's so meaningless to eat!
and gusts of water spray over the basins of leaves
like the hammers of a glass pianoforte. If I seem to you
to have lavender lips under the leaves of the world,
I must tighten my belt.
......
The Children of War are like little flowers trampled,
Young and innocent, fragile and helpless,
Surrounded by violence and rampant destruction-
Their faces are filled with doubts and fear.
The Children of War, so precious and dear,
Stripped of their childhood years, their youth stolen away
Are little Saints for human failing through no fault of their own.
The Children of War, their lives lost and scarred,
......
Your eyes, large as Canada, welcome
this stranger.
We meet in a Juárez train station
where you sat for hours,
your offspring blooming in you
like cactus fruit,
dresses stained where breasts leak,
panties in purses tagged
"Hecho en El Salvador,"
your belts like equators,
......
Senseless
We all gather at the statue,
Rifle in tow
Straight from the storage depot
Time to march,
For Glory!
The plane lands at base,
We all make haste,
......
Dim lit, damp and distant corner
torn from dream of vapor’s fold.
Slow descent to worlds divided,
nothing hot and nothing cold.
Long ago this soul forgotten,
cast off in the ides of youth.
Un-forgiven deeds left hiding
beneath the stone of burden’s proof
......
ти серед обраних
мішенню бути
ціль
знайдуть причини
ті що їх шукають
котрих щось інше не відволікає
яка різниця їм
де й чим
живеш та дихаєш
мішень ти
......
This heart
So heavy
How I wish
To carry their grief,
These eyes
So teary
How I long
To see them find joy again,
These hands
So empty
......
If every seed is a promise
Let us overgrow your (bloodsoaked) gardens
If every leaf is defiance
Let us bring shade onto your (scorched) streets
If every branch is guidance
Let us illuminate your (demolished) freeways
If every crop and tree is a witness
Let us replant your (blackened) fields
Though they crushed your sweet fruits
The world has now tasted your fragrance
......